Wolf Pack

Shout out to my click the clout movement, rap fame n all our supporters, This is BoSsjenk I'm an Alpha wolf coming with the pack, yeah I'm more than just a little wack, Put my nose down as I fuckin track , we all have the best flak, not the jacket, but the biggest stacks, we got the best knack, for pushing yall right back , we the macs,, lookin for those weak points as we attack,, pick up all the slack then begin to tack Posters on the walls with our fangs, you wish that you could hangs, in these dope ass gangs, we all bangs, the frying pans, oh yes man's, set up all our dams , to catch you lambs, weigh up the finest grams, no make that kilograms, best bar dealers in the fuckin lands, I can't fuckin help it when I hear a dope beat. melody rings in my ears all motha fuckin week, dream about it in my sleep , you Bo peeps we eat your sheep, make your blood leak, like a pipe that burst up in the attic, makin it rain down like it's the havoc, , always telepathic, as we hit you with our mattock, storm out from the barracks, bugs bunny got the carrots, all the good habits, shhhhh be very quiet we hunting rabbits, cut off thier heads with sharp Hatchetts , can't get away see your silhouettes, now we get sets, collect the rents, let's not forgets, no threats, just bayonets, your gonna regrets , as you try n steps, as we drag you in pieces to the depths Of our cave, it's a rave, as we crave, the taste, we don't ever waste, grind up your bones turn it into paste, get our lyrics laced, think you got the foretaste,, as you get replaced , detectives on the case, try n save yer fuckin face, to late we love the chase, you better pic it up yeah double pace, gonna sink my fangs like an ace, full deck of cards, wolf Pack guards, come into our yards, you damn retards, give us the rewards, run ya over with our ford's, record overlords, get off our motha fuckin shores We own this beach, damn Leech, eat you like a peach, we the presidents you can't impeach, I beseech, hear our screech, middle of the circle we feast, we the beasts, cooking with the yeast, as the pan gets greased, final benediction we the priests, have your soul released, stay deceased, or at least, increase the clout you been giving, gonna do this rap game for our living, always itchin, with our curses we be shippin, chippin, then a tippin, all you pups are yippin, for the flames I be Flippin